Impeachment, Though, You Know, Que Sera Sera, And A Quid Nor A Quo, Even So
With the new puppy taking up my time, lavishing me with Pika poo, and playing squeaky toy games with Stink, I’ve engaged in less politics, read less, watched less. Pondering, I suppose, more pondering of late than opinions. No conclusions, though. Finding myself more and more with this desire to just stand back, watch, listen, absorb what is unfolding, but not engage with it. High … Continue reading Impeachment, Though, You Know, Que Sera Sera, And A Quid Nor A Quo, Even So
Do Right-wing Men Just Want Their Mommy?
Just in case all ya ladies out there need a refresher, this gentleman on Twitter has provided us with a helpful list of, um, features we should acquire. Someone should explain to @KellyAnnePolls… “don’t let degeneracy take away your femininity“. Ok, I’ll admit my first reaction was rank ire at the audacity of some shitestain to be dictating to women how to be a woman. … Continue reading Do Right-wing Men Just Want Their Mommy?
Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment
Love is… picking up Pika and smelling her wee bum to see if it’s her that stinks. Which of course, being a dog, she completely understands butt sniffs. Tis not her, but in the air, so I get on my hands and knees and go on the hunt. Ah, the joys of puppies. Cute and cuddly buggers, goofy and vicious all wrapped up in such … Continue reading Spirit Of The Pack, And Other Tales Of The Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel In Her Natural Environment
Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95
Every once in a while, for summer vacation, or for Christmas, my younger sister and I would be awoken well before the dawn, bags packed the night before sitting in a pile in the living room, ready for dad to work his magic of getting it all to fit into the trunk of whatever vehicle we had at the time. These early mornings were how … Continue reading Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95
Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel
She is so small she fits under everything, and is impossible to catch. With her head cocked to the one side, her cuteness betrays a quick and devious mind. Seriously friggin’ devious, I have not blawdy encountered one as devious. At 4 months, she is clever and curious, and so not to be trusted, not.at.all. Apparently, besides being an escape artist, my wee Chi is … Continue reading Let Me Tell Ya Bout My Flying Chihuahua Ninja Weasel
Houdini, Loyal Lap dogs And Sycophants, Be D@mned
Ok, so came home from work a few days ago to be met at the door by the wee daemon ninja weasel. Which was kinda a surprise since I’d put her in her crate when I left. Went over to said crate to find she had somehow figured out the zipper and had unzipped the one flap. This would, no doubt, be the reason I … Continue reading Houdini, Loyal Lap dogs And Sycophants, Be D@mned
My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’
Here she is curled up on my lap, this cuddly wee bundle of puppy joy, she is the quintessential lap dog. You know, she actually is the dog all my other big dogs wanted to be. Certainly the sort of doggy-o our first Doberman Jinx always wished she were, rather than her gigantic 130 pound (58.97 kg) or so big chested Doberman Pinscher self. Now, … Continue reading My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’
Old Dog Toys Teach A New Dog Poise
The pint size puppa-roonie and I are settling in, getting used to that empty space in our lives, with Irish gone. Though, bits and pieces of her wuft out from under dressers, and so she is still ever present. Now Pika, I don’t know what she feels, but I will say that when the mobile vet arrived at the door, it was her wee feet … Continue reading Old Dog Toys Teach A New Dog Poise
My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. We let them in, and he proceeded to tell us … Continue reading My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop
They reach right in and grab your heart in their tinsy little paws, naughty love bites to cement the deal, and the wee vixen pulls at the strings. It just came to me, you know, we are a pack, Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel and The Old Golden One named Irish and I. Case in point, when a couple days ago the wee one got a … Continue reading Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop
So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me
You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me
Teaching The New Dog An Old Dogs Tricks
Such it is with puppies, they come in and nuzzle your world with their puppy dog eyes and unconditional joy. Watching her adoringly shadow the ol’Golden One, eating with the big dog, watching in awe as these two find their way, one at the beginning, and one at the end. Irish’s now cloudy old eyes look happier than they have in months, and her patience … Continue reading Teaching The New Dog An Old Dogs Tricks
For To Smile Tis Why, Day By Day
When I was growing up our family dog was named Jinx. Up until then the only poochie we had known was dear old Goober, who was a Weimaraner, often referred to as the “silver ghost” of dogs. Though, Goober did not acquire the sleek profile of his breed, as he had a rather more lumbering goofy profile, and so his beauty rested in his gentle … Continue reading For To Smile Tis Why, Day By Day
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